Gang of Yuusha

The floor was bright to my surprise when I hammered down the stacked brick walls and the intruder said hello and Shoji danced out to the treasure trove.

It is the demonic light of a white blurry light source stone (Flash Rock).

I looked around sassy looking for the appearance of the enemy shadow, but there was no sign of anyone moving. Through cheeks and neck muscles that are craving the cold air that is drifting.

Is the cooling stone (ice lock) embedded, or even the air in the field had strange skin chills?

"... not a treasure trove...?

As you would expect - I don't see a chest full of gold and silver treasures.

On the contrary, a little.

Because grass sprouted on one side of the perimeter, and there was a gleaming giant tree.

Deep red roses bloom near the roots. Indoor garden. Since it is windless, the petals and leaves are not there. Besides, there were huge numbers of white lines covering the area around the soil. Thin, sloppy and unreliable yarn dripping all over the place. For a moment, I suspected it was a giant spider's nest but without tension and without the unique geometric beauty.

The room is quite large. Enough to be called rose gardens.

Black painted boxes of strands were scattered throughout the tidy grass trees.

When I approached to confirm the item with suspicion, I found it to be a coffin from the shape. The Holy Cross was also carved, and the name of the body was dug on the top plate. If you hold the outside and shake it, there is also the weight to teach you to sound goto and contain the contents.

It looks like a bunch of coffins resting around a single giant tree.

The total number is nearly one hundred or three layers at equal intervals.

They're all pointing their heads at the trees, in columns.

Approaching close range, we can tell the identity of the white line is a tube.

It is divided from a huge bag of medicine supported between the trunks of the tree and extends in a circular radial fashion. It was connected to one coffin at a time, and it reached under the body from the uneven clearance of the upper lid.

When Shoji picked the tube (crumb) with his fingers, it was filled with liquid with a light yellow (light cream) pigment - it seemed like an infusion.

"Shoji, how's it going?"

"Sounds like a hacienda... but the coffin is brand new... unnatural. Do roses make flowers?"

continued as the sleigh and band laid their hands on the stone wall.

Lorelei, with his face out of his armpit, glistens his eyes glistening and shouts out.

"Wow, wow! What a beautiful garden! This view is a treasure or something like that!? I don't hate it, I have that kind of romance!

Lots and gangs tread the soil of the garden. Dordo and Stark also continued, a little surprised by the rarity of the place before expressing their thoughts on each.

"It's beautiful, but it's kind of cold... not moving grass is... a little creepy"

"Well, it was originally a grave ravage. This is what it is. Enjoy the view later, let's just find some golden-eyed stuff...... what's up Quick?

Shoji was shifting the coffin and checking on the contents, but Stark called out when he noticed something was wrong.

The band also peeks in next door together and looks at each other with a translation face.

"Band, is this... is that it?"

"Oh... you've seen something I don't really want to see. I had a bad feeling about the mix of recovered white and perverted yellow at the time. Don't remind me of my army days... I thought I'd never see you again in my entire life."

In secret Lorelei got in a bad mood.

Place one hand on your hips and poke your finger pissy with the other.

"Both of you, it's nice to convince yourself, but explain it to us properly. I don't want to get too close because it's going to be traumatic to see a body."

Shoji stretched his spine away from the coffin.

In the open box sleeps a bloody human woman to call a corpse.

He is wearing a monk's coat, arms together, and eyelids closed.

The tip of the tube is in the oral cavity and there is a constant supply of medication.

"This is a zombie potion"

"'Wind, fall, breeze, mutate, let your enemy's hands and feet leap!

A powerful spell was cast from above. A fierce wind gushed by a ghost magician jumping through the capital of the dead, making a wind-cut noise, approaching. Seven colorless rotating blades formed by sorcery? Powerful enough to slice thick stone walls on each one.

Keelnil put his hands on the ground and sidetracked and avoided them where they were in danger, but he had been tracking (homing). Instead, the magic mystery was crushed with the qualities of 'fracture'.

I've used too much force on the road, I'm tired and my ankles are heavy.

"Ha ha."

The dead gave a dry laugh when the attack said it had failed.

A translucent flesh yet flies lightly around the roof of the house. The opponent is a clown's hat. It unleashes incredibly powerful sorcery.

"Oh my!

Releasing a bitter 'finger flash', the ghost magician flew backwards in the air all the way to another roof. As for deciduous leaves, avoid them easily. I feel sorry for the disconnect and physical surgery, but I know it. Besides, I'm a few times more jumpy than I normally am because I'm on my own calling airflow.

"Mr. Miloot was an S-class magician during his life, and as you can see in his idle shape, he was lighter than an elf. My personality is good, but my strength is folded."

From beside the talking Aristia emerged the ghost of a gorgeous knightly costume.

It comes down quietly. No footsteps, no disturbance in footsteps, and sophisticated mobility. I will not precipitate a progression while pulling out a sword. A delicate sword muscle leaves a trajectory and slips into my neck.

Keelnil took the position of intercepting head-on, yet - freeing one hand and secretly releasing a 'finger flash' at the foot of the ghost knight. He jumped lightly on the brink and was deflected. Like no other, the ghost knight pulls his hand in, flips his cape over for blindness and flips in the air, letting him bathe the sharp sword of the horizontal giraffe.

I guarded myself with my own holy sword. Hands on the belly of the sword for support, impending. I slipped the blade because I was about to lose my strength and played it. Across the street - second offense. They aimed at each other's opponents' gaps and tried to devour the spikes, but Keelnil's special sword only passed beside the ghost knight's neck.

The ghost knight who jumped into the fuselage is better at what he does.

The tip of the enemy has not penetrated Keelnil's abdominal armor. The sword was turned upside down, only to be hit with a pattern head all the way back. His face turns red in shame, even as he is gutted with the shockwave of a collision over his armor.

Is it or is it being handed down?

Still unfavorable is unfavorable.

It was a failure to jump and retreat and try to distance ourselves from the enemy in distress. The wind blade pierces my back. He was shot from the back by a blade with Dosdos and magic, shaking his flesh. Oxygen blew out of my lungs. My toes float slightly and I'm about to fall.

There is no penetration. Is this what you intended, too? Or did holy engraved armor prevail over witchcraft?

I didn't have to turn down the meat, but I needed the power of the will to hold it back.

Grasp the sword you are about to drop strongly and hold the ghost magician with this invisible blade. I deliberately turned my face in another direction and pretended to show a gap to see how the ghost knight in the front came out, but he is silent with a sword in his front eye in a ringing position. I don't come rushing after you.

I was going to feed him a throwaway counter, but the enemy is surprisingly sensible and calm.

I'm not like Reyce, who's mortified by resentment - I'm not on my own.

There was a thick fog standing around.

White Tonya obscures the lines and scenery of the building, gradually making the view worse. My temper is spreading. Is the field empowering the deceased?

An anxious mind pushes me as I seem to be isolated from the real world. I got a sweat on my back. I haven't lost yet.

"Ugh, come on... stupid. I can't believe I'm struggling with ghosts..."

"No, you won't be depressed. This Giltier is a former teaching knight. After death, he was awarded a medal and counted as a holy knight."

Shocked Keelnil glanced, shook his head and shouted.

"That can't be stupid! Why would such a noble man dye his hands in your evil deeds!

"Isn't it because you think normally and it pays for what it deserves?

Shh, shh, and the chains scrubbed. If I noticed, something was wrapped around my left arm. Spiritual copper. My arms are suspended and my freedom is sealed. I stomped my foot and prevented them from taking my freedom. It was the outdated Viking that threw it. Dwarves with bearded surfaces wearing two-horned helmets and beast skin armor.

"This is the captain who was rooting for the Van Hard Islands. He made a name for himself in the piracy business, so the force is decent. Rest assured."

"Come on, whoa... can you tell me what it is, Karakuri? Precisely, I thought it was just about Priest Reyes..."

When Keelnill asked, Aristia gave a bare gesture of thinking with her hands on her cheeks, but turned a blind eye toward the underground cathedral.

"Has Master Keelnil thought about the aftermath of his death?

"Not really..."

Technically, I try not to think about it. Because it's pointless.

There's nothing within my power, and I can't do anything about it.

If you lose your flesh, it's over.

That's what death is all about.

"That's a difficult challenge for the living. Because you will live...... but it is an imminent problem for the dead.“ Next ”could be a bug crushed by a shoe. Or maybe a farming horse who tastes a long time of hardship. It works, the farmer's five boys - who are incapable, weak, and often sickly - how much credit have you made in your lifetime? Is that what you're doing? Though it's God's dispensation? The moment you think about it, your mind is disturbed."

"What are you trying to say?

Three hooded Reis break through the fluttering white mist to expose themselves. A dry bone hand was dragging the woman. He is a member of the Silver Light Blade (Torch the Blade). Was it named Sherrica? It was in Keelnil's memory. He's an ice magician.

You're dead, you're fainting, you don't move one thing.

Alistair softly leaves the abdomen of the woman who had her hanging from the three raises.

"She doesn't know by appearance, but she's pregnant. Is it still about the seventh week...... you haven't shaped people yet and your heart might move in a little while. But you can't be alarmed. Sometimes it flows with some kind of applause...... Now, when will God give this belly fetal bud a lofty soul?

The moist voice is well cold and thin cold.

I felt like I wanted a bug in my skin. I even had nausea.

A combination of the wishes of the dead and pregnant women who wish to be reborn.

Or maybe, no, you can't do something stupid like that. Even if you think about it, it's not something you can do.

Reaching out to that realm - isn't it unacceptable?

"We can have voids. Just a few moments before God blessed the birth of a toddler. It was one discovery. You can put other souls in it."

"I don't...!

"As a result of some experiments, it was done. We therefore promised to reincarnate that soul in order to truly deliver the dead. Next time I want to be a person, if I can, I want to be a good looking person. I can be reborn into a great person with unmatched abilities and robust qualities. If you're unhappy and have had an unequal life, you can't beat this temptation. And no one is more untrained in this world than the ghosts… I have decided to save those so wretched. The birth of life is a blessing. Where the contents have changed slightly, there is no sin on the baby."

"Enough is enough. I'm sick of your blasphemy."

"Is it? We are saving the lives of women who were originally destined to die in the dungeon. My reign has reduced the mortality rate. Because I was able to get the monsters to live. All you have to do is not suffer, feel no pain, and just“ excrete ”me for relief. [incomprehensible]

We can't let him live - we have to destroy him.

Justice wants to burn. Inspired by the power of his will, Keelnil cut off the chains of his spirit with the power of 'breaking'.

In addition, he flew an invisible blade at the neck of a laid-back dwarf. A torso with a lost neck breaks both knees and collapses.

The other person is no longer a person.

Out of the way.

Let's tear it apart in this place.

Even if the English Spirit Corps is the opponent, what will the living lose now?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Keirnil roared straight up. I put 'qualities' on my voice.

Blow a shapeless little blade over the sky. Sound waves hit rock walls and echo. A fine blade falling comes down like rain. The Ripper Zone.

If you want to do it, you can use whatever medium you want.

It's "broken" because it cuts freely. Only this wife can spot anyone. In fact, the enemy is inevitable and eating attacks from overhead.

The hostages were conscious not to tear apart, but there should not be a single dead person.

but.

"I see... that's an interesting move, but you're slightly inert"

"Become"

The divine kingdom - the number of knights is increasing.

It was in a sloppy line of platoons. At the center, a prominent knight stands out. The face is hidden with a helm of a taurus, but a big man with fine work on the ends of his armor. Keelnil shrugged up at the intimidation of not moving. The spiritual character is higher than that of the knight who was fighting earlier.

I shook my throat and took a step back.

The attack was prevented at a glance.

Same as myself.

Homogeneity is the opponent.

"Master Keelnil is a senior and a brave man of the clean royal palace (Guardian Braver). He's torn by the Beast King, but he wants to try again. What's your name?"

"Don't worry, you don't have to tell me"

I heard a voice that felt mild, like tearing a comatose despair.

About ten ghost knights who were in front of Aristia were knocked down in unison and crushed to the ground. It's because of the pressure that suddenly struck me. The spiritual body twists and crushes. It spawned a crater that seemed like the ground had been crept out by the awesomeness of destructiveness.

The ghost knights defeated by the chisels could not stand.

Sounds like steam all the time, and at the end of the day he reaches out and disappears, trembling to seek salvation.

The Lord of Destruction is dancing in the universe. The golden leg armor glowed hard.

A woman descends as she swirls.

A side tail tied to one of them blurred the tip of Keelnil's nose. Keelnil tried to say something, but I couldn't say anything because I was so impressed and my mouth just puckered.

"Industry Leg Brave (Gravity of Braver)" Leskia Winter.

When I finish landing magnificently, I frown at the root of my eyebrows and put my arms together to create an imaginary face.

"Mr. Aristia. For the growth of my apprentice, I was listening to you nodding in the shadows... but I don't think I like that. That's why I certify you evil."

Isn't the Ghost Knights also the trump card?

Aristia was surprised, but with a thorough attitude she keeps room.

"Dear Legs, those who want to be your children are excited. Aren't you willing to try to dedicate yourself to salvation? If you're going to be honest with me, I'm going to send you home to have three or so of my next hero children. It's from an ancient treasure, but let me also give you a gratuity. I thought it wasn't that bad."

To the offer, Leskia kept her eyes round and punched her hands in the air.

"Wow, high treatment! But hey...... me too. I just feel a little bit, I know. Even my crew is dying. I want to apologize for not being able to protect you, and I want to see you again and talk to you... and I want you to be born again somewhere. But I'm sorry. If he dies, it has to end. If you've had a hard time seeing me when I was alive, I'll ask you to see God and have pity on me. Yeah. Sad, but I think that's what it is. So I don't know if it's the English spirit, but there's no one left to lose!